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MOSTRUM. a private azul ashengrotto rp blog, affiliated with NIGHT RAVEN UNIVERSITY.
all ic interactions are exclusive to NRU. as interpreted by chanel.
other characters : ruggie bucchi @hyaina
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troisfleur:
—OKAY. LOOK. Say what you want about Azul Ashengrotto, but he really never does anything halfway, even if that anything is a prototype for a business Trey’s at a cool 65% sure doesn’t exist.
Azul keeps getting closer. A little too close for comfort. Trey can stand firm when need be, but he’s not ready to get that familiar with Azul today. Another step back, for his own safety.
“It’s admirable you put so much into looking after your eyes. Most important tools we have, right?” If Trey’s allowed to be a little charitable, if anyone would have a decent pitch, it’d be Azul. They are two of a kind in a sea of people with decent vision. (Besides: bangs are all the rage on campus, so Trey’s always guessed contacts are, too.)
He’s not sold, though he does offer, with the polite smile plastered on his face, an appreciate raise of his brows and a quiet understanding he’s not leaving without the pitch.
(Azul’s really laying it on thick, huh.)
“Community is important, yes, but so is making sure I’m watching my wallet. Student budgets, you know.” Most of his shopping list for recreational baking comes out of Heartslabyul’s budget, but that’s not important. “I’ll bite, though. How much would I get with a student discount?”
Couldn’t Trey just get hooked by his pitch already?! The thought skirts through Azul’s mind, his smile nearly strained. The Heartslabyul third year hardly has anything else worthy enough to dedicate his money towards. If not Mostro-Bans, then what else would Trey dare to splurge his money on? Textbooks? A new hat? An industrial food processor? Please!
“Yes, student budgets and the ghastly living expenses!” Azul exclaims, though he’s never once felt the woes of financial pressure on land. Obviously. I mean, who was he? Ruggie Bucchi? “A student discount will have the price settled at a hundred-and-fifty thaumarks, approximately fifteen percent off the original pricing. What a deal, no? Mind you, most luxury brands sell at two-hundred thaumarks minimum!”
He waves the velvet box closer to Trey, gesturing for him to take it. “Now, what do you say? Come, at least give them a wear!”
cardhearted:
This was a close call. The redhead was relieved to have dodged the possibility of a far worse scolding from Octavinelle’s housewarden. It was more than enough that he had to hear from his own housewarden — he didn’t need nagging from another. With an internal sigh of relief, he listened to what Azul had to say about the whole defense training thingamajig.
“Do you really believe that?” he questioned without missing a beat. While he might not have wanted to get on his bad side, hearing that the Headmage wouldn’t work them to the bone seemed more than unrealistic. “Yeah, sure. Let’s bang this out. You can count on me!”
“Look around, and ask around. Sounds easy enough. We can start with the Ramshackle ghosts then. They should at least know something.” putting his hands behind his head, he continued. “Maybe they know what happened to me the other day… It was so strange.”
Of course he doesn’t believe that!! The headmage treats his students no differently than he would a waste bin; any obligations that he doesn’t desire solving himself has always fallen upon the students’ responsibilities! It doesn’t matter what the obligation entails, nor the potentiality of having anyone harmed. As long as the headmage himself kept his hands clean, he couldn’t care less about the likelihood of his students. Azul had once thought that the man had an ounce of tact, that he wouldn’t recklessly endanger his students with an outlandish request, but he supposes that the headmage always finds a new low.
Alas, regardless of his woes, he wasn’t going to share an unfavorable opinion with some Heartslabyul first-year.
“Strange?” Azul repeats, one brow raised. “Do elaborate. Should the circumstances have been dire enough, perhaps we’ll walk away with more than intel.”
He no longer celebrates his birthday at his mother’s ristorante. Traditions change as Azul has since surfaced to land– His birthday is celebrated in winter, during the times in which the Coral Sea’s temperatures turn devastatingly glacial. Had he remained in the depths of the hometown, the biting frost would pose little threat to him as a denizen of the depths. However, swimming back home from the mirror transport’s drop-off location is a threat in itself; it was unanimously ruled safer to spend winter break on campus versus swimming back in heinous conditions. Therefore, for the second year in a row, Azul has celebrated his birthday away on land, with his own staff at Mostro Lounge instead of his mother’s at her ristorante.
His mother does not throw-away customs so easily, however. Especially when they deal with her precious little Zullie, whom she loves more than the seven seas entirely.
She never misses her chance. Azul waits alone at an empty courtyard, phone in hand as he waits for a familiar ping. When he hears it, a wide grin cracks upon his lips. In the message conversation with his mother is a photo— The familiar ambience of her luxurious ristorante, his mother’s glee as she smiles wide for the photo, a triple-decker cake with the usual embellishments, and a line of trustworthy staff smiling at the camera. Between his mother and the cake, there is a noticeable gap in the place of a certain monstrous hideous repulsive ambitious octopus merman.
‘Happy Birthday, Zullie! :)
I mailed you the physical copy, too!” The message reads.
Azul’s smile widens. He’s about to type a response when someone’s voice suddenly screeches against his ears. It startles him, phone nearly falling from his grip if it weren’t for the intrusive finger holding it still.
“I– You—I don’t– What?!” Azul sputters, then shoots upwards. His phone falls onto the bench as he rises, immediately flying to his hips. “Have you no manners?! You cannot just waltz in here and breach someone’s privacy!” Voice nearly elevated to a squeal, his cheeks flushed red. “Nevertheless, that is not how you compliment a dignified lady, Yuyu!” Especially if the lady in question is his mother, “Take those words back at once!”
gyaryuyu:
Yuyu would surely be touched and gushing if she knew the whole story. About Azul’s family and how he’s all on his lonesome during winter breaks, how his birthday will be missed and how his mother still looks after him so dotingly. But she doesn’t. What she does know is that woman was totally smokin’ and she calls him Zullie and it happens to be Zullie’s birthday. Yuyu now has very sensitive and potentially damaging information on the one feared and respected Ashengrotto. Not that she has any malicious bone in her body. Unfortunately, Azul might not see it that way.
“WHOA! Sorry sorry~ I didn’t mean to scare you like that!” she fails to even acknowledge the ‘breach in someone’s privacy’ but really, was it anyone’s fault but your own? Come on Azul, this entire school is swimming with bastards and snitches and spies and leeches (haha). It was only a matter of time before someone did the so so simple act of peering over one’s shoulder in a private moment. You should count yourself lucky it was the only girl in school with no magical abilities at all! Really, you should be thanking Yuyu for the opportunity. The gal stood there wide eyed and a bit confused before she got huffy and defensive.
“Whaddya mean? How would you know! Are you a dignified lady? Maybe she’d like being called hot! I know I do! 'specially if it’s by another gal cause like, our opinions matter more.” checkmate Zullie. She crosses her arms across her chest, assuming the stance of an annoyed mean girl, weight shifted to one hip and her head canted the other direction. “Hmph! I’m not taking it back! I’m speaking my truth and the truth is I think she’s pretty gorgeous, Zullie.”
Azul’s response isn’t immediate. He’s torn between two reactions: The first one is to faint at the notion of Yuyu considering his mother hot and refusing to take back her proclamation, and the second one is to hastily devise a tactic ensuring her confidentiality. He combs his mind for the information he’s accumulated of the girl prior: She's a magicless human whose admission at this school solely hinges upon a slate-colored rodent. Her place at this school is conditional, an occurrence that happened entirely by chance through an error on the Mirror’s behalf. The headmage seems to be unable to rid himself of her, though the reasoning is unknown. Doubtlessly, the merman believes the reasoning is as trivial as her admission.
“You are not even half her age,” Azul utters through a hiss, nose crunching. “And don’t you dare call me that!” His voice nearly raises, if not for the pelagic merchant remembering where he is. The slightest hint of trouble would have students coming in droves for a front-row seat. He doesn’t need more damage to his image. The merman clears his throat, then rolls his shoulder before haughtily tilting his chin up.
“The lovely lady you see on my phone is a distinguished restaurateur and prospective partner of Mostro Lounge. She runs a gourmet ristorante back at the Coral Sea,” His lips curl in pride as he speaks of his mother, if only momentarily. “Therefore, Yuyu, you shall treat her with the utmost respect, with as much honor that a person of her caliber deserves.”
Azul then holds out his hand, palm upwards.
“You will also be handing me my phone back,” he commands, with little room to argue. “Surely, you’re aware of how rude it is to take another person’s belongings without permission, yes? You are someone who understands common decency, I should hope!”
Happy birthday!!!!!!!!!! 🐙 ✨
Zactsum had escaped. Again. The thing had already made a reputation for itself for being tragically feral; growling and biting and scratching at everything and everyone in sight. TsumRove had been distracting it for quite some time, but now it was on the loose, until it came face-to-face with Azutsum. Zactsum growled in warning, ready to pounce and chase after if need be. It already had some scratches, likely from tussles with Zacaraya himself.
APRIL FOOLS TSUM INVASION!
The audacity of Zactsum! Azutsum stands alert, ready to stand its ground! It growls, lowering its body in a defensive position. Despite the grandiose display, the poor little tsum is shaking! It knows it won’t be able to outrun a beastman tsum, but that doesn’t mean it won’t try to fend for itself!
Tsumtrey stares at Azutsum, the same dead-eyed expression mirrored in all its brethren. It's offering naught but a used lens cloth. The lens cloth has been clearly stolen from Trey, seemingly without a care in the world. It also appears to be hitching a ride on a suspiciously club-shaped bujo. (Said bujo has also clearly been stolen.)
APRIL FOOLS TSUM INVASION!
Piiip! Azutsum lets out a delighted chirp, bouncing up and down as it sees Treytsum appear. It dashes off, only to appear moments later with a tin of Mostro Lounge-branded tea. With its stubby nose, it pushes the tin towards Treystsum, then lets out another chirp as it waves its tiny arms.
(i'm sorry i couldn't draw the bujo as a club help)
You can feel their rancid vibes from a mile away. You don’t know why but, with every little leap that they take towards you, you feel your wallet becoming suspiciously lighter… You can’t run from them and you definitely can’t hide from them. Before you know it, they’ve already backed you into a corner…
Ragitsum and Azutsum are available for interactions! Please send interactions into their respective inboxes. Each answer will be accompanied with a small doodle!
AZUTSUM’S INBOX.
INFILTRATION PREPARATION!
Each defense team, under the decree of Headmage Crowley, has been given a week to prepare for infiltrating the Ghost Dimension. Bond with your team and fellow residents of Ramshackle Dormitory as you prepare for infiltration, or spend the time investigating circumstances around campus. A week hardly gives any time to prepare; choose your next actions wisely.
DEFENSE EXAM TEAMS.
[ SPAR ] - Test your skills through an organized practice match with a classmate.
[ DISAGREE ] - Have a disagreement with a member of your appointed Defense Exam Team, whether you are able to mediate this is up to you!
[ TAG ] - Recreate a ghost chase. Sender chases the receiver around to help them practice escaping from an enemy.
[ CHASE ] - Start chasing after what you believe is an “apparition”, only to be disappointed.
[ WARP ] - Get warped across campus alongside the receiver. Neither of you are able to figure out the cause of your sudden appearance in a new location.
[ TRAPPED ] - Explore a closet with the receiver, only to find that the door has closed, and the two of you are now trapped inside.
[ ARSON ] - Play with fire together.
[ MISHAP ] - Have a spell go wrong during practice, either causing damage to campus grounds or to your own team.
[ PIECE ] - Create a pair of communication mirrors together, preparing for the upcoming excursion.
[ CHARM ] - Craft protection charms together, hoping for some good luck to come your way.
[ RATIONS ] - Prepare emergency rations to ready yourselves for the excursion.
SNEAKING AROUND AFTER CURFEW.
[ RAID ] - Scavenge the campus after hours for any potential supplies for your ‘trip’.
[ BREAK - IN ] - Break into the school’s dorms, checking to see the status with the poor weather and destruction.
[ TRESPASS ] - Break into Night Raven University’s faculty area with the receiver, hoping to find clues.
[ MIRROR ] - Break into the mirror hall with the receiver to see where it can take you.
[ LEAVE ] - Make an attempt to leave campus alongside the receiver, only to find out that you cannot.
[ PATROL ] - To make rounds patrolling the campus at night with the receiver, keeping your eyes out for any suspicious activity.
INTERROGATE YOUR PEERS.
Communication is a vital component to success. Retrace the events that have occurred across campus in order to size your enemy and evaluate the state of affairs on campus. Each of your peers have had at least one encounter with the opposing forces. Only a fool would choose to embark into the ghost realm blindly– Be prepared.
Click here for a comprehensive timeline of events.
NOTE: Some clues are locked behind certain muses. Each muse can only answer a question twice. If a third person were to approach with the same question, the answerer will not be able to respond and the inquirer will have to select a different muse from the category to question.
This event will run until April 10th, 11:59PM PST. All posts will count for activity check and house points. Please do not reblog this meme after the deadline.
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"WHOOOOAAA!! hold on hold on! WHO IS THAT?" was she being nosy? yes. will it cost her? maybe... if the other can survive this encounter. Yuyu was glancing over this particular cephalopod's shoulder TOTALLY CASUALLY when she spotted who could only be a beautiful siren on his screen. her lightening quick instincts kicked in as she practically dove over Azul's shoulder to point at the woman pictured.
"OMG!! She's a TOTAL HOTTIE! like that cool mature feel!~" Azul I am so sorry but she is talking about your mother.
He no longer celebrates his birthday at his mother’s ristorante. Traditions change as Azul has since surfaced to land– His birthday is celebrated in winter, during the times in which the Coral Sea’s temperatures turn devastatingly glacial. Had he remained in the depths of the hometown, the biting frost would pose little threat to him as a denizen of the depths. However, swimming back home from the mirror transport’s drop-off location is a threat in itself; it was unanimously ruled safer to spend winter break on campus versus swimming back in heinous conditions. Therefore, for the second year in a row, Azul has celebrated his birthday away on land, with his own staff at Mostro Lounge instead of his mother’s at her ristorante.
His mother does not throw-away customs so easily, however. Especially when they deal with her precious little Zullie, whom she loves more than the seven seas entirely.
She never misses her chance. Azul waits alone at an empty courtyard, phone in hand as he waits for a familiar ping. When he hears it, a wide grin cracks upon his lips. In the message conversation with his mother is a photo— The familiar ambience of her luxurious ristorante, his mother’s glee as she smiles wide for the photo, a triple-decker cake with the usual embellishments, and a line of trustworthy staff smiling at the camera. Between his mother and the cake, there is a noticeable gap in the place of a certain monstrous hideous repulsive ambitious octopus merman.
‘Happy Birthday, Zullie! :)
I mailed you the physical copy, too!” The message reads.
Azul’s smile widens. He’s about to type a response when someone’s voice suddenly screeches against his ears. It startles him, phone nearly falling from his grip if it weren’t for the intrusive finger holding it still.
“I– You—I don’t– What?!” Azul sputters, then shoots upwards. His phone falls onto the bench as he rises, immediately flying to his hips. “Have you no manners?! You cannot just waltz in here and breach someone’s privacy!” Voice nearly elevated to a squeal, his cheeks flushed red. “Nevertheless, that is not how you compliment a dignified lady, Yuyu!” Especially if the lady in question is his mother, “Take those words back at once!”
troisfleur:
“Ha. I can’t say I have.” Mostly because there’s no way he’s suddenly started a business selling sunglasses on the side.
…Probably. Who has the time?
Trey’s taking one step back as he talks, infusing enough skepticism only because Azul is suddenly in the picture. “I’m mostly just thinking out loud… sunglasses are important, even in the winter.”
Trey takes one step backwards, Azul takes a step forwards. He’s not letting a customer leave that easily. The merman’s grin widens. “Yes, yes, I agree! When I first came to surface, I was admittedly left aghast when confronted with my devastating ignorance in the field of ophthalmic care. Unlike the depths of the sea, there are many harmful elements on land that can lead towards the deterioration of one’s vision! It is certainly infuriating with how delicate these eyes of ours can be…. Which is why it is of utmost importance to ensure that protection of your vision is with a brand that you can trust!”
Azul reaches into his coat. He takes out a rectangular, velvet box embossed with a certain, cephalopod-like logo.
“Mostro-Bans.” He says again, forcefully, as he takes another step forward. “You wouldn’t forsake your local, small business founded by a young immigrant entrepreneur in favor of handing your money over to some multi-billion thaumark eyeware conglomerate, yes? After all… You are a man of the community, aren’t you, Trey?”
Free shipping, huh… I mean, that’s not a bad deal…
“A deal, you say?” Say two magical words and a certain merchant shall appear!
“My, my, Trey! If you’re that desperate for a pair of quality sunglasses, you needn’t resort to such unscrupulous measures! Night Raven University already has a reputable seller who offers quality wares at affordable, student prices! No virus included.” Azul smirks, “Have you heard of Mostro-Bans?”
º ✧ 。–– HOUSEKEEPING: MARCH EDITION!
another housekeeping post from chanel! as i’ve stated on ruggie’s blog, i will currently be on hiatus in the month of march in order to fulfill irl obligations and to focus event organization for the directory. i will try to have azul make an appearance on the dash periodically. if i do pick up interactions, i’d prefer if they were minis rather than fully plotted threads, due to time constraints rn.
monthly goal. i will be prioritizing azul’s birthday interactions (turn thine eyes away when i drop a bday drabble days after his bday has since passed LMFAO) since they’re somewhat time limited. i was hoping to make it clear through the drabble i was writing, but i didn’t have time to finish it before his bday appeared, but as a reminder: azul canonically doesn’t accept birthday gifts, unless you’re a future prospect for his entrepreneurial endeavors aka unless you’re wealthy and/or influential (ie kalim). (source: birthday boy log-in greeting, bloom bouquet log-in greeting, bloom bouquet voice line) please don’t be mad when he turns away your gift-- he appreciates the greetings though!
goal #2. obtain it’s a deal before jamil gets snake whisper. #2csweep
thank you for reading my housekeeping post! have fun roleplaying, everyone. also note: if there’s a thread, mini, or interaction not listed on my thread tracker, please message me as i may have forgotten to list it! if there’s any threads that you want to drop, i’d appreciate it if you notify me about it. thanks!
CLICK HERE TO VIEW AZUL’S THREAD TRACKER.
cardhearted:
The complaints were cut short by a voice belonging to a figure that seemed to have materialized out of thin air. A kind smile present on Azul’s face could have fooled anyone that wasn’t familiar with his way of being, but not Ace who flinched at his brief speech.
“Wha- who? Me? Of course not. I was just joking around. I mean, it’s just some defense training. It can’t be that hard, right?” at least he hoped it would be the case. “Forreal? Then, I gotta do my best. Please take good care of me, Azul~”
“Do you know what we need to do, though? It was all kinda… murky.”
There’s humor to be found as the first-year changes his tone. Azul commends his behavior— Ace is, at the very least, astute. Such can’t be said about a grand majority of students on campus.
“Headmage Crowley would never bestow upon us a responsibility that we could not manage.” Azul says and the corners of his lips twinge at the lie. “Putting forth your best effort is a given, Ace. It is imperative that we live up to his expectations.”
He wouldn’t have his reputation sullied because of a spunky first-year.
“Before we commit to our regimen, a preliminary reconnaissance is a must.” Azul crosses his arms, “We must assess the full scale of our situation before committing ourselves to training. I believe there is critical information that the headmage withheld from us. Whilst we cannot interrogate the man himself, surely the Ramshackle ghosts would know the specifics, yes? They are the ones overseeing our progress, after all.”
blacked out and all of a sudden drew gunzul (gun azul)
º ✧ 。––– HOUSEKEEPING: FEBRUARY EDITION !
What do you think about my brilliant progress?
IT’S AZUL’S BIRTHDAY MONTH! Local menace finally gets his special little day, as a treat. speaking of birthdays, i ended up falling off being able to send bday asks during the fall since i got busy, but i hope i can pick up sending them again this year! (this goes for both azul and ruggie).
MONTHLY GOAL. The 2C War unfortunately ended with Raffles and I scoring literally the same amount of points for Octavinelle and Scarabia. Whilst I’ll still be battling to score more than Raffles this month, my February monthly goal is to post a timely drabble about Azul’s birthday! I will also be causing problems on Azul’s birthday (hopefully), because Azul thrives off of being a menace. :heart:
I’m also aiming to change Azul’s theme (if I have the time), because this theme is extremely wonky when it comes to embedding images.
AZUL’S THREAD TRACKER IS NOW ON GOOGLE DOCS.
Finally, below the cut is a screenshot of January’s activity & stamp card.
jumpscare incoming.
Thirty minutes of his precious time, gone in an instant. There’s no feasible explanation to the phenomenon that he just bore witness to– Azul Ashengrotto swore that he had arrived to class on time. From the moment that he had rested his head upon his delicate, fae-woven silk sheets to the moment he had entered the lecture hall, he had been on schedule. There was no divergence in his routine, no extra second of rest to his slumber, not even an extra crumb devoured in his highly nutritious breakfast that would have left Azul astray. Azul Ashengrotto had meticulously followed his morning routine through every second planned out, through every action done the same as before to the point of being ritualistic—So, why?!
Why was he late!?
His timing was the same– impeccable. His route to class was the same– From the mirror chamber to Main Streat, in which he would greet the statue of the Sea Witch every morning. It was twenty minutes of walking, then his arrival would be fifteen minutes before the start of class. At no point in time would he have strayed to the southmost point of campus— He’s not some brainless first-year; he knows his directions!
“Impossible,” Azul mutters to himself, just as gobsmacked as he was upon his arrival minutes before. It’s the end of the lecture now, with every student packing their belongings. There has to be an explanation to this— He can’t allow his student reputation to be sullied like this!
“It has to be the ghosts,” There’s no other possibility— Azul Ashengrotto was not a negligent student. He has to prove his innocence— He must! Desperate eyes finally tear themselves from his textbook, Azul wildly gazes ‘round the classroom. His attention befalls a particular classmate–
“Jamil!” He exclaims. In a few seconds flat, he’s already surrounding the other student, “You’re certainly familiar with all the talk surrounding campus lately, yes? The talk of hauntings and tricksters and what-have-yous. Our campus has taken a dark turn towards the worst; all these rumors of oddities and attacks must be terrifying!”
let’s make a deal, @vipetriol.
